My vision in black
With your leather and your music
That to most would make you look
Like some sort of sad case
But to me you're not the punk,
The goth, the heavy-metal guitarist
You're simply you
My psychotic salvation
The only peace I've ever known
In your arms, alone
And nothing else matters
And you're worth all the names
And you're worth all the stories
And you're worth whatever else they say
About me, about you, about us
And you're you
With your beautiful words
The ones you actually mean
I know you do
All those times wondering
If they really cared
Now I know that you do
I know you
You're my truth
My salvation
My dark angel